Gathering Dust
From dawn to dusk
she cleans and cleans
till everything in her home
has acquired a sheen
With a hope in heart
she waits and waits
for the one she loves
to come home at eight
Alone for dinner
She just sits in the chair
cobwebs in her head
and flowers in her hair
...gathering dust
Copyright © Afroze Ali | Year Posted 2015
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